The Queue at Greggs

The queue at Greggs, I'd rather break my legs

Than wait at the queue at Greggs

The queue at Greggs, the queue at Greggs

When there's a queue at Greggs, I want to cut off my legs

And cut off my arms, and cut off my face

Because I want the taste of sausage roll on my face

The queue at Greggs, the queue at Greggs

I'd rather suffer and weep and sob then wait to stuff a sausage roll in my gob

The queue at Greggs, the queue at Greggs

When there's a queue at Greggs, I want to cut off my legs

I want a steak bake, for heaven's sake

I cannot afford to wait for hours, I only want to embibe and devour

The queue at Greggs is sad but true

It's a reminder of how little control I have over my life circumstances

The queue at Greggs, the queue at Greggs

The queue at Greggs, oh, la la la la

The queue at Greggs is disgusting and upsetting

I want this to end, but it's only the beginning

Oh, la di da

La la...